Jealousy, like a despicable cur
Wound and bound itself deep within her
She told herself she could maintain its wrath
But soon she was being tugged down its destructive path
Still, she thought where no one would notice
I can stay silent and no one need know this
But he called again, and the pressure began
Throbbing and pulsing, shaking in her hands
The words! They came so delectably close
And for a moment she thought almost...
But when push came to shove she bit down on her heart
Harder than she thought, did it burst apart? !
But no, it still beats sluggishly
Tired of choosing others unselfishly
Perhaps that's the demon calling her again
Saying 'Come sweet darling, don't you need a friend? '
'Don't you think it's time to care for oneself? '
'To hell with what they need! Where is YOUR wealth! ? '
'Hush, you dark fiend.', she whispers in the dark
'Leave the world, and on me alone leave your mark.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem